Bowie
Chaos, / encountered / unaware,
JAKE
La Neige
The phantoms in the streetlight had returned to their posts. The ghost of her father hung in her mind. The 7/11 was open for snacks.
Public Letter/Hocus Opus Press/RE: Haywire Ray
In their rejection letter for my article--Dispatches of Haywire Ray, the biography and reflections of the titular illusionist--the Editor of Hocus Opus Press denounced my work as “a pure work of imagination,”
Fugitives
We wait in the car while the engine purrs / and I shiver in my Woody sweater / like it’s raining outside
Lonely Without Friends
The father stares down ten-year-old Darien. The boy rises and walks to the corner to wait for the light, then steps into the street and picks up the bottle. He brings the bottle back to his father.
Cerebral removalists
Moving house is moving between / pockets of time and space
The Relaxed Version of a Man
I sip my drink and read a book. The drink is fruity, over sweet, and alcoholic -- I hate drinking in the daytime, but I am on vacation and play the part. The book, it’s okay. If nothing else, it shades the irksome sun from my face.